All language subtitles for Babylon.5.In.The.Beginning.720p.x265-ZMNT

It is said that in every age,

there is one singular event
that forever changes the world around us.

A nexus, if you will.

It is said that the future
is always born in pain.

The history of war is the history of pain.

If we are wise,

what is born of that pain matures
into the promise of a better world.

Because we learned
that we can no longer afford

the mistakes of the past.

Oh, my God!

But in the pain of that war,
a future was born.

A future that would one day
have a name whispered

on a hundred worlds.

A final refuge for dreams

and our last, best hope for peace.

Can't catch me!

Boo!

Luc, Lyssa, where are you?

No, no, no, no, no.

You shouldn't be here.
You can't play here.

Luc, Lyssa.

What happened to the buildings?

They fell down.

Some bad people made them fall down.

That's why all the windows
in the palace are covered,

so you can't see.

If they find out you've been looking...

Then why is the window here
if we're not supposed to look?

This is the Emperor's window, Luc.

He's the only one
who can look out of the palace.

That's why we can't stay.

-We have to go before--
-No!

It's all right.

It's been a long time since I heard
the sound of laughter in this room.

A very long time.

Let me see them.

And what are your names, hmm?

Lucco Deradi.

And this is my sister, Lyssa.

She doesn't talk much, does she?

No, she's always quiet.

We think maybe
there's something wrong with her.

Yes.

Or something very right.

The quiet ones are the ones
that change the universe,

Luc Deradi.

The loud ones only take... the credit.

Are you really the Emperor?

I sometimes ask myself the same thing.

Yes, I am the Emperor.

Here, you see?

This is the seal of the Centauri Republic.

Only the Emperor can wear it.

So either I am the Emperor

or I am in a great deal of trouble.

Or both.

Come here, you. Here.

For the next five minutes,

you are the Emperor

of what was once
the vast Centauri Republic.

You may give one order.

Any order you desire.

Make it a good one.

What do you want?

Tell me a story.

-Luc!
-No, no. It's all right.

He did far better
with that question than I did.

And what kind of story
would you like to hear?

I want a story about great battles

and wars and bravery
and heroes and villains!

I see.

-And what does your sister want?
-Nothing.

She says she wants to hear a true story.

Very well.

Then I will give you both what you want.

A story about great deeds.

About armies of light
and soldiers of darkness.

about the places
where they lived and fought

and loved and died.

About great empires, terrible mistakes.

A true story.

You see,

I was there at the dawn of the Third Age.

It began with the humans, you know.

They're the quiet ones I mentioned before.

They changed the universe,

but in doing so paid a terrible price.

It began 35 of their years ago.

Their home world is a place called Earth,

located in a fairly uninteresting
part of the galaxy.

We had never bothered much
with that area before.

It had little military or strategic value.

But as a culture grows decadent,

it becomes intrigued by art,

by trinkets, by eccentricity.

And the humans had art and trinkets
and eccentricity to spare.

But it was none of those traits
that would cause so much death and pain.

They have an expression.

"Pride goeth before a fall."

And their pride was their undoing.

I know.

I was there.

Ah, Mollari! Good.
I'd like you to meet General Lefcourt.

General, Londo Mollari,
liaison to the Centauri delegation.

-Pleasure to meet you, sir.
-Likewise.

-Please, sit.
-How is your president?

-Well, I hope?
-Much better.

I just saw her in the Red Room,

and she's got some of the color
back in her cheeks.

This damn flu's got
half of my staff down sick.

I suggest you give her a little of this
before she eats.

I brought it from Centauri Prime
when I heard she was ill.

It will completely eliminate her symptoms
in two, three hours at most.

Well, thank you.
I'm sure she'll appreciate it.

My pleasure.

And now, gentlemen.

Perhaps you will tell me
why you have arranged for this meeting.

Of course. General?

Following our victory against the Dilgar,

we've taken advantage
of the goodwill of other worlds

to expand our sphere of influence.

We've made trade deals
and mutual defense treaties

with the League of Non-Aligned Worlds.

Most of the races
have been very receptive to our advances,

others downright hostile,

and a few are still a mystery to us.

What do you know
about a race called Minbari?

We've had some dealings with them
in the past,

but nothing in recent years. Why?

We're sending
an expedition to their border

to see if they're a threat to our program
to expand our sphere of influence.

We understand a third of their population
is dedicated to warfare.

Well, they have a warrior caste.
Not exactly the same thing.

Semantics.
We need to know all we can about them.

Then send one ship.

One ship only.

Anything more
could be perceived as a threat.

And if that were to happen...

Well, I assure you
they would never return home.

My people can handle themselves.

We took care of the Dilgar,
we can take care of the Minbari.

Ah, arrogance and stupidity
all in the same package.

How efficient of you.

-Just a minute.
-Listen to me.

The Minbari
are one of the oldest spacefaring races.

Even at the height
of the Centauri Republic,

when we were expanding in all directions,

we never opposed the Minbari.

If you do not bother them,
they will not bother you.

Perhaps, but that decision's
already been made.

All we're asking from the Centauri

is whatever you've got on the location
of their military forces

so we can avoid any possible contact.

No, this is foolish.

Excuse me for saying so,

but it sounds like you're mainly concerned

with keeping your monopoly
on our business.

Minbari have no interest
in alien affairs or alien business,

and I resent your implication.

I've tried to help you.
You refuse to listen. There you are.

I will get you the information
you asked for,

and that is the end.

Good luck with your mission, gentlemen.

I only hope that in your stumbling around,

you do not wake the dragon.

Good day.

They didn't listen, of course.

Arrogant men never do.

Sadly,

arrogance has never been
exclusively a human trait.

It travels between the stars
like solar winds.

I never tire of this view, Lenonn.

It amazes me to think that Valen himself

stood where I am standing
so many years ago.

Yes.

I often feel his presence here.

Thank you for coming, Callier.

I'm honored that you should travel so far.

It is the least I can do

for the honored leader of the Anla'Shok.

I'm not certain about the "honored" part.
I know what they say about me.

You've been listening to rumors again.

Rangers specialize in reports
from distant places.

Rumors are at the core of what we do.

I've learned that the more vehemently
a rumor is denied,

the more often it tends to be true.

So,

did you pass on my request
for more support?

I did. It was considered and rejected.

They promised!

Lenonn, be sensible.

We have carried the Rangers
as part of our cultural identity,

our debt to Valen, for a thousand years.

How much more can you ask of us?

But now is when the prophecy said
that we would be needed most.

-We must begin to move--
-I'm sorry, Lenonn.

The caste elders have made their decision.

Then I demand to speak
with the Grey Council.

Lenonn...

It is my right as leader of the Anla'Shok.

I demand to see them
and make my case personally.

If you go over the heads of the elders,
you risk offending them.

Then let them be offended.

You operate here at our sufferance,
Lenonn.

If you force the issue,
the Rangers may pay the price.

Ignore my request,
and we shall all pay the price

for their stupidity.

Have you come from the Grey Council?

Wait! I want to speak with you.

Where are you going?

Why won't you answer me?

Well, Lenonn,

you said you wished to speak with us.

Step into the circle and speak.

-You said there was going to be a battle.
-Excuse me?

You said there'd be
a great battle in your story.

-Luc, be quiet.
-No, no, it's all right.

The young do not understand
that in war there is death.

You want a battle, hmm?

Would it help to tell you
that these two isolated incidents

would lead to the greatest war
in human history?

Yes.

Many Minbari would die in the war.

But before its end,

Earth herself would stand
on the very edge of complete destruction.

And the irony is,

the terrible...

the terrible truth

that no one knows,
but that I will tell you,

is that the blood of many
who died in that war

is on my hands.

My fault.

My fault.

Majesty,

I know it is not my place to speak,

but you have endured so much
these last few years.

You cannot bear the blame for the war
between the humans and the Minbari.

We had nothing to do with it.

Thank you, but I know my sins, dear woman,

and the price
I will eventually pay for them.

Now, young emperor,

I was telling you about how Lenonn,

head of the Anla'Shok,

what the humans
would one day call the Rangers,

was brought before the Grey Council.

Long ago,

Velen led our people to victory

in the great war against the Shadows.

Before he went away,
he gave us the prophecy

that they would return again
in a thousand years.

That time is almost upon us,

and the Rangers who were created
to be our eyes and ears on the frontier

to watch for the return
of the great darkness,

are not ready.

There are only a few of us,

and most of those are old

and tired from years of watching, waiting,

weary of being mocked

by certain members of this Council,

and by the warrior caste,

who think of us as an embarrassment,

and who do not believe
in the prophecy of Valen.

This prophecy also said
that the Anla'shok will arise.

They will be ready and will be
instrumental in the next great war,

so why not wait until there is proof?

Valen created the Grey Council
for members of every caste -

warrior, worker, and religious -

so that no one caste would have
undue influence over the others.

Prophecy falls under the category
of religion, Lenonn.

The workers need to know

why they should stop building bridges

and start building
ships, guns, and weapons.

And the warriors need to know
why they may be called upon to serve

and to die.

What do you say to them?

All I can say is that I believe.

What more is there to say?

We need

money, resources, people.

And we must attempt a rapprochement
with the Vorlons.

Coplann,

what does the warrior caste
find so amusing?

Over the last hundred years,

we've sent a dozen ships
into Vorlon space.

None has returned.

To send more would be a waste
of time and effort and lives.

The Vorlons know the prophecy
as well as you,

yet they have not come forth
to contact us.

Because they know
that we have fallen from grace

and that we no longer believe.

Then let them appear

to give us something to believe in.

If the Vorlons do not see the danger,
then perhaps the danger does not exist.

Master?

If I may...

There may be a way to give the others
the proof they require.

Delenn is not formally
a part of this Council.

Though she stands in for Satai Kadroni,
she has not yet undergone the ritual.

It is inappropriate for her to speak.

I have never yet known the truth

for Delenn to speak
only when it is appropriate.

Go on, Delenn.

Valen said that the Shadows

would first return
to their home world of Z'ha'dum

before moving against us.

So why not send an expedition to Z'ha'dum

to determine if they have indeed returned?

The warrior caste will be no part of this.

Our forces are needed here
to protect home world.

Besides,
the journey is long and difficult.

Other expeditions have found
that the area around Z'ha'dum

is mined with traps
and ancient defense systems.

Other races have moved in,
claimed it as their own.

So you believe it too dangerous
for the warrior caste to go?

The warrior caste fears nothing.

But it is a waste of our time.

Further, if the Council
endorses such an expedition,

it will cause unnecessary panic
among our people.

I agree.

So they will not have to go.

Thank you.

We will go.

What? But Master--

We are the ones who must decide
how much support to give the Rangers.

We can rely on the reports of others
or see for ourselves.

My whole life,

I've heard of Z'ha'dum
in whispers and legends.

I think I'd like to see it once
before I die.

Wouldn't you, Delenn?

Yes, Master.

Then we will go.

We'll take only a few support vessels
sworn to secrecy, to...

avoid the panic Coplann fears.

And we'll travel indirectly,

stopping at various outposts
until we are ready for the final jump.

It is an elegant and simple solution,
Coplann.

Thank you for giving it to me.

You have something on your mind, Delenn.
I recognize that expression.

I was only thinking...

I believe that Lenonn is correct,
that we must begin to prepare,

but Coplann is also correct.

The Vorlons
should have contacted us by now.

Yes, they should.

But if the legends
surrounding the Vorlons are correct,

remember that they do not reveal
themselves quickly,

and never all at once.

What are you saying?

I'm not saying anything.

I didn't say anything then,
and I'm not saying anything now.

-But--
-It's been a long day.

I must go to my sanctum
and meditate on this in private.

Good day, Delenn.

Now it starts.

Yes.

-You wanted to see me, sir?
-Yes.

Come in, Commander. Have a seat.

-How's your father?
-He's fine, sir.

He sends his regards.

He asked me to remind you, respectfully,

that you still owe him
40 credits from last week.

Yes, yes, I'll get it to him eventually.

It's a sad state of affairs

when a fine diplomat
has to resort to cheating at poker.

I can't think of any other way
he could've beat me.

I have an opportunity for you, Commander,
and I suggest you take it.

We're sending out a mission
to the border of Minbari space.

The ships will survey
the disposition of their forces

and determine if the Minbari
have hostile intentions towards us.

I want you on that ship as first officer.

I'm already assigned to the Lexington.

The Lexington will never see action again

if Captain Sterns
has anything to say about it.

He wants to finish his tour and retire

with all of his parts and pieces
still in working order.

He's a good man and a fine officer.

He's loyal to his crew.

I feel I have an obligation
to return that loyalty.

I appreciate that.

But career advancement
depends upon high visibility assignments.

This is an important mission.

When it's over, you'll be closer
to your own command.

Can I ask which ship
is leading the expedition?

The Prometheus.

Captain Jankowski lost his XO
to the Churchill a couple of weeks ago

and has been looking for a replacement.
You would fit in perfectly.

I know some officers
who have served under him.

He doesn't handle first contact situations
as well as others.

Ever since the Omega incident--

The military tribunal cleared him
of all responsibility for what happened.

Yes, I understand that.

But if I can speak frankly,

the men under his command
consider him a loose cannon.

I'd rather not walk into a situation

where I might have to go up
against my own CO if things got hot.

Don't misunderstand me.
I appreciate the effort, General.

And you're right,
this is a plum assignment

and a fast track to promotion.

But I can't leave
Captain Sterns in the lurch,

and I don't really feel comfortable
with the situation on the Prometheus.

Sheridan, you are the most stubborn man
I have ever seen,

and mainly at your own expense.

All right.

You want to shoot your career in the foot,
who am I to stand in the way? Dismissed.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

-Did you just pilot in that transport?
-Yes.

It's dangerous to deliver cargo
while in hyperspace.

Why did your crew take such a risk?

I do not ask questions.
I only follow orders.

Whose orders?

I'm told they came from Dukhat himself.

The deliveries must not attract
undue attention from outsiders.

But why the secrecy?

I don't know.

Once each week,
we are given a different rendezvous point.

We wait, and a ship arrives.

They transfer cargo to our ship,
and we bring it here.

That's all I know.

You must have some information
about your cargo.

Something to do with life support systems,
alternate atmospheres. That's all I know.

-What kind of alternate atmosphere?
-Delenn?

It is almost time for the ceremony.
You're not prepared.

Are you reconsidering the invitation
to join the Grey Council?

No, of course not.

-How could you even ask...
-Because a member of the Grey Council

wouldn't bother herself
with such trivial details

as cargo shipments and transports,
would she?

No, Master, of course not.

Except when it may involve larger issues.

You see,

only an alien life form
would require an alternate atmosphere.

What of it?

I was only thinking of what you
said earlier,

and remembering that from time to time,

aliens have come to us
pretending to be Vorlons.

Since no one alive has ever seen them,

it's easy to be deceived.

Are you saying I'm being deceived?

I'm not saying anything.

I did not say anything then,
and I'm not saying anything now.

Unless you are saying

you've seen a Vorlon.

I'm saying even less than you,
except for this.

When the darkness comes,
if you ever have doubt about your actions,

all you need do
is look into the face of a Vorlon.

Once you see that,
all doubt is erased forever.

Now, we must hurry

or you'll be late for your own ceremony.

-Approaching next rendezvous point.
-Very good.

Prepare to jump to normal space.

Navigation, prepare to jump.

Roger that, Bridge.
Jump engines standing by at your command.

Jump!

Why do you come here, Delenn?

I come to serve.

Who do you serve?

I serve the truth.

What is the truth?

That we are one people, one voice.

Will you follow me into fire?
Will you follow me into darkness?

Will you follow me into death?

I will.

Then follow.

Sir, we're picking up a silhouette
at the edge of scanner range.

I thought this area was supposed to be
well outside the Minbari transfer points.

Aye, sir, it is.
There's no reason they should be here.

Unless they're looking for us.

-Should we jump back into hyperspace?
-Negative. We just jumped in.

I don't want to put more strain
on the engines.

Besides, if it is them...

I want to get a good look at them.

Captain, our orders were to avoid
any first contact situation

unless authorized to do so.

I'm well aware of our orders, Commander.

Now, take us in at an oblique angle.
Keep the scanners on at a maximum.

If we do this right,
they're not even going to know we're here.

Aye, sir.

I am become Grey.

I stand between the darkness

and the light.

Between the candle and the star.

Scanners confirm target is unknown vessel.

We read two primary vessels
and several support ships.

Let me see it.

That's all we got so far?
Just a silhouette?

Scanners are having
a hard time locking on.

They may be using
some sort of stealth technology.

-Is there any hostile action yet?
-Negative, sir.

They still may not have noticed us yet.

Bring us in closer.

I want as much information as we can get.

Sir, our orders are to observe--

Our orders are to bring back
information on the Minbari.

If we can get a profile
on one of their warships,

they'll be handing out medals
by the bucket.

We handled the Dilgar,
we can handle a few stray ships.

Now, bring us in closer.

Aye, sir.

The sensors have detected an echo
which seems to be following our course.

They may be alien ships on approach.

I've told them to go to maximum power
on the scanners so we can verify.

There's no reason to concern Dukhat
with it until we know more.

Sir, alien ships are changing course.

Moving in our direction.

I'm picking up scanners.
Extremely powerful.

I've never seen
anything like them, Captain.

They've seen us.

All right. Let's get out of here.
Prepare to jump.

-Jump engines not responding.
-What?

Alien scan arrays interfering
with our electrical systems.

Tremendous EMP output.

Trying to reroute.

They drew us in deliberately.

Wanted to get us in range
so they could shut us down.

You said you wanted
to get as much information

on the enemy ships as possible.

What if they want to capture our ships
for the exact same reason?

Then we'll make sure
that does not happen, Commander.

Go to red alert.

Try to open up a channel.
Tell them we mean no harm.

What is it?

We detected these alien ships
approaching our space.

I've never seen those markings.
Who are they?

I believe they're the humans.

They've tried to contact us,
but we do not understand their language.

As is our custom,
we are approaching with gun ports open.

By whose order?

Sir, alien ships have open gun ports.

-Are they prepared to fire?
-I don't know. I can't tell.

C'mon, talk to me. Are they locked on us?

Scanners are too powerful.
I couldn't tell even if they were.

They have opened all gun ports.

Master, that is the tradition
of the warrior caste.

A gesture of strength and respect.

They can see our weapons.
They can see we approach them open-handed.

Enemy presumed to be hostile.

Weapons hot.

All batteries, all forward guns.

Fire at will, I repeat. Fire!

Fire!

Somebody help me! Help me!

We've hit their scanner rays.
We can jump now.

All right, get us the hell out of here!

Delenn, we need to strike back,
but the Council is divided.

Do we follow them back to their base
and take revenge,

or do we wait,
try to find out what happened?

Yours is the deciding vote, Delenn.

He was the best of us.

They struck without provocation.
There was no reason.

Animals!

Brutal!

They deserve no mercy.

Strike them down!

Follow them to their base
and kill all of them!

All of them!

No mercy!

With the death of their leader Dukhat,
the Minbari went mad.

They swore revenge and began a holy war

that could only end
in the complete extermination of mankind.

The incident you've just seen

has been repeated at half a dozen bases
in just the last few days.

Where the Minbari strike,
nothing is left alive.

Even ships no longer capable of fighting
are targeted and destroyed.

So surrender on any scale
is not an option.

Every attempt we've made to communicate
with them has been rebuffed.

They are moving methodically
through the outer colonies,

wiping out our defense structures
and leaving the colonies vulnerable.

Civilian structures
are being left alone for now.

Now, we know the Minbari use
a caste system, including a warrior caste.

And we think they're fighting in a way
consistent with that structure,

taking out our warriors first
and coming back for the rest later.

They intend to eliminate
our defensive capability

all the way to Earth.

Then, with no one to stop them,
they'll head back out again

and finish the job of wiping out
every last man, woman, and child

of the human race.

Since the first engagement,

we have not won a single battle
from the enemy.

Their ships
are immensely superior to our own.

And they use some kind
of stealth technology

we have not been able to beat yet.

We called you here because we wanted you
to see the situation for yourselves.

We want you to go back to your units
and make them understand two things.

One, we need a victory
against these forces - any victory -

to increase morale.

And two, that unless we find a way
to defeat the Minbari,

the human race ends
with the current generation.

Dismissed.

There's got to be a way
to beat them, John.

But you saw those records.

Any ship that comes up against them loses.

I've never believed in the idea
of an undefeatable enemy, sir.

Any ship can be destroyed.

I hope to hell you're right.

It'll be a few more days
before the Lexington is fully outfitted,

engines recharged. You can see your folks.

Yes, but you're going
to need me here, sir.

-They'll understand.
-Are you sure?

Well, if you were in my position,
would you go?

Under normal circumstances, no.

But after what I saw...

yeah, I'd go.

Transports Red Six and Red Seven,
you have a go for launch.

Red Six and Red Seven, you have a go.

Attention. Attention on deck.

Ganya, Ganya Ivanov,
you've got a visitor in Room 7.

You've got five minutes.
Get to it. We've got to launch.

Susan.

What're you doing here?
You're supposed to be at the university.

Well, you know me.
Never where I'm supposed to be.

I just wanted to see you before you left.

I thought big brothers were supposed
to take care of their little sisters,

not the other way around.

So sue me.

I will. Later. When I get back.

I was just worried, that's all.

I've heard so many terrible stories
about what's going on out there.

It's not as bad as everyone says.

I'll be fine.
The military takes care of its own.

Good. Then you'll back me up
when I decide to sign up in a few months.

-Susan Ivanova, you can't--
-I'll be old enough by then.

-Father won't stand for it.
-It's my choice, not his.

I have to go.

I love you, little sister.

I love you too.

Ganya, wait.

Remember when we were camping
and we got lost,

and then I lost my earring, we were found,
but I never found the earring,

and you made me feel better
by telling me that it was lucky?

I remember, but...

Here, take this.

For good luck.

I won't wear it again until you come back.

Until you give it back to me.

That way, we know you'll come back.

See you soon.

I am sorry, but there is nothing I can do.

We're not asking the Centauri government
to intervene militarily.

We know that won't happen.

We're talking tactical
and strategic support.

Yes, and weapons.

You and the Minbari
are two of the older races.

Your technology is far above our own.

With access to some of your weapons,
we'd at least stand a fighting chance.

It is not our policy to supply
advanced weapons to developing worlds.

-We'll pay any price.
-Yes...

and then we will pay the price

when the Minbari come after us
for helping you.

No, I'm sorry. There's not enough money
in your entire planet

to justify that risk.

-Londo, if you'd just listen--
-To what?

The voice of a race
that is about to become extinct?

No, I'm sorry.

I have always been very fond of humans,
but we cannot risk angering the Minbari.

There is nothing I can do. I'm sorry.

Well?

He refused to help,
just as you said he would.

The Centauri care
for no one but themselves.

They would sooner see your world in flames
than lift a finger to help.

So it would seem.

All right, G'Kar.

What help can we expect from the Narns?

When we drove the Centauri from our world
after a hundred years of occupation,

we seized many of their weapons.

We took them apart, studied them,

learned to turn their own weapons
against them,

and we are willing to sell them to you.

Aren't you worried about the Minbari?

If they capture any of the equipment,

they'll assume it came from the Centauri,
attack them, and we win by default.

And if they should learn
that the weapons came from us...

We endured slavery for a hundred years.
A slave is immune to the fear of dying

because to die
is simply to end the cycle of pain.

How much can you sell us?

As much as you can afford,
but the price will be high.

Human currency has been devalued
on the interstellar market,

so it will take a great deal
to convince the Kha'Ri

to sell you arms and provide support,
but I believe it can be done.

Assuming we have a deal.

We have a deal, G'Kar.

Good evening, Delenn.

The latest reports from the front.

Three more of the humans'
deep-range colonies have fallen.

Leave it on the table.

I should think you would be more pleased
by the progress of the war.

What pleasure can be found
in beating an enemy

that never had the slightest chance
of defeating us?

Is that sympathy I hear
in your voice, Delenn?

I'm surprised.

You were the chosen of Dukhat, after all.

Dukhat would have never approved
of this slaughter.

This is simple retribution.

This has gone beyond retribution, Morann.

This is madness. It is genocide.

-This--
-Yes, it is.

And you're quite right, Delenn.

The humans cannot oppose us.

So one can only wonder
why the warrior caste

has embraced this war so enthusiastically.

Do you want to hear what I suspect?

I'm breathless with anticipation.

The warrior caste loves to win
and hates to lose.

It is easier to fight a weaker opponent
and be guaranteed victory

than to oppose a far more dangerous enemy.

Are we back on the Shadows again?

They will come.

And soon.

Legends.

Nothing more.

The humans are a real enemy.

An enemy I can touch, see, and kill.

Sometimes I wonder
where your loyalty really is.

You dare?

Or is it simpler just to be a coward?

-Morann, get out!
-I was simply--

I said get out!

I'm sorry, Delenn.

I was your guest and I acted poorly.

No apologies are required.

When you arrived,
you said you had some information for me.

I made arrangements to transfer
all of Dukhat's belongings to this ship.

I brought everything that was his, Delenn.

I even recreated his sanctum.

Only you and I have access for now.

I think you should go there, Delenn.

I think you should go very soon.

Are you...

Are you a Vorlon?

Yes.

Yes.

What...

What is your name?

Kosh.

What do you want?

What are you doing here?

Creating the future.

If you're seeing this message,
it is because I am dead.

I leave this in trust of the Vorlons

to give it to the right person
at the right time.

I ask you to trust them as I have.

They have come to us
in secret to prepare for the coming war.

They say we'll need allies.

In particular, a race that is so far
unknown to us called "humans".

If we have not already done so by now,

it is my hope that you will work
with the Vorlons to find these humans

and bring them into the battle
on our side.

The allies of the Shadows
are gathering at Z'ha'dum.

Their masters cannot be far behind.

They must be stopped.

Finish the work I began.

Finish it.

The humans.

Yes, they are the key.

He didn't know.

He couldn't know
that we are at war with them.

And that is why it must be stopped.

We have lost
too much valuable time already

due to this distraction.

If we do not end it soon,
more time will be lost.

This great war must be stopped
before it starts,

or millions of lives will be lost.

In the worst cases of radiation poisoning,
they'll be brought here for treatment.

When this goes online,

it'll be the best facility
of its kind anywhere.

Now, we still don't know

what kind of enhanced energy weapons
the Minbari are using,

-but when we do--
-What the hell is wrong with you?

Get out. This is private.

I just got this report
about your activities

before you rejoined Earthforce.

It says you spent three years
hitchhiking on starships,

trading your services
as ship's doctor for free passage.

-That's right.
-And during that time,

you encountered a group of Minbari
off Beta Durani.

Yeah, one of their ships went down.

There was no one else around.
I did what I could do to save them.

We didn't know
what we were up against, so they all died.

-It's all in the report.
-The hell it is!

I see statements about their language,
physiology, a little about their culture.

Now, I know you, Franklin.
You weren't sightseeing.

You were gathering medical data.

-Was there an autopsy?
-Yes.

And did you or did you not
collect detailed information

about their DNA, their biology,

and other areas
that may be of vital importance

to the Biogenetic Warfare Division?

-Yes, I did.
-And where are those notes?

Sir, I am a doctor.
My job is to save lives. In my opinion--

I don't give a rat's ass
about your opinion, mister.

-I want those notes!
-I can't do that.

Excuse me? I don't think I heard that.

I cannot allow my notes
to be used in creating a biogenetic plague

that could conceivably wipe out
an entire race.

That's what they're trying to do to us,
or have you not been following the news?

I know. And if we do the same,
how are we any different?

-Damn it, mister!
-I am sorry, General.

I am a doctor.

I cannot allow my notes to be used
in the production of weapons of war.

Under the Military Code of Justice...

Don't you talk to me
about the Military Code--

You cannot force me
to go against my conscience!

Security!

Dr. Franklin is under arrest.

He will be held until he produces
the information I've requested.

I want his office and house searched.

Every data crystal. I want all reports.

Every record confiscated by 1600 hours.
And God help you, son.

From now on, the blood of every soldier
that dies in this war

is on your hands.

Get him out of here!

Commander's personal log.

Update.

We lost two more ships
to hit-and-run attacks today.

My guess is they're softening us up
for a major offensive.

Captain Sterns hasn't slept in two days.

Word is there's some kind
of ace cruiser out there

that's killed two dozen of our ships
in the last three weeks.

But no one's survived an attack yet
to confirm that.

Captain?

Picking up Minbari-style transmissions.

Target bearing mark 99721.

-Should be in visual range.
-Let me see.

Silhouette confirmed.

Looks like a short-range transport.

All batteries go to ready status.

Roger that, batteries are ready.

Could be a scout or a straggler
that got separated from a larger fleet.

Could be a decoy
drawing us into an ambush.

-Should we pursue?

Negative. I don't want to risk the fleet
until I know what we're getting into.

We should be leaving
visual range any moment,

and the scanners can't lock on.

-Launch bay, this is the captain.
-Launch bay, aye.

Launch solo fighter.

I want that transport followed.

He's got a big head start on you, Eagle 7.

Roger that. Maximum thrust.

Eagle 7 to Lexington.

She's flamed out.

Stand by, Eagle 7.

Move us in.

Any further radio chatter?

Negative. She's running silent.

-Keep moving us in.
-Sir, I don't like it.

Just before the transport flamed out,
it fired its forward thrusters,

cutting acceleration
down to almost nothing.

Now, if I were running from the enemy,
engines failing,

I'd try to keep my inertia going
on the off chance I could get away,

not just lying there
waiting to get caught.

Maybe he wants to be captured alive
rather than take his chance

on getting killed in that asteroid field.

Or maybe they want us
in a precise, predetermined location.

Captain, their jump engines
are a lot more precise.

They can target an area
of less than 100 yards.

If they jump into the middle of us...

Holy... This is Fleet Command.
All ships break off. I repeat, break off!

Primary systems hit.

Weapons and jump engines are down.

Only navigational thrusters
still functioning.

Orders?

Captain, orders--?

The situation is getting
out of control, Lenonn.

So far, we have hit
only the outer colonies.

They're sparsely populated
with minimal defenses.

Soon, we'll begin to hit
colonies and stations

closer to the home world of the humans.

Every day that passes sees more death.

And every death will make it
that much harder to intervene.

Then what do you suggest?

We have to find a way
to open negotiations.

Give us time to find a solution.

That's why I need you, Lenonn.

I cannot contact the humans directly,

or ask any other member
of the Grey Council to do so.

We cannot act alone.

But someone else

might be able to contact them
unofficially.

Someone the others would respect,

with a history of service
and unchallenged loyalty.

Someone like you, Lenonn.

I appreciate the compliment, Delenn,
but how do I do this?

If I attempt to contact them directly,

the Grey Council will hear of it
and interfere,

and the humans
will almost certainly consider it a trap.

Our intelligence reports indicate

that the humans
have made a deal with the Narns

to buy weapons.

Through the Narns, we can arrange
a meeting in neutral territory.

But the danger is great.

To live is to risk.

I will instruct my Rangers

to make contact with the Narn government
and set things in motion.

With luck, the meeting could take place
in three weeks, perhaps four.

It will have to do.

I've been gathering information
on their language and culture.

I'll make a copy for you this afternoon.

It may prove helpful.

Thank you, Lenonn.

No.

Thank you.

At my age,

I feared that I would never again
have the chance to serve my people

as one of my order should.

Thank you for giving me the opportunity.

I will meet whatever comes with joy.

Bridge to engine room.
Do we have any power yet?

Negative, sir.

-Communications.
-Sir.

Can we contact Earth?
Send a distress signal?

It's possible.

But sir, that Minbari crew only left
because they figured we were dead.

If we send a distress signal,
they'll come back and finish us off.

If we sit here and do nothing,
we're just as dead.

Roger that, sir.

Firing Control,
do we have any tactical nukes left?

Affirmative. Three two-megaton warheads
with proximity fuses.

All right.
I'm authorizing use of tactical nukes.

Firing Control, remove their warheads,
get them down to Launching Bay 9 ASAP.

Communications, stand by
to broadcast distress signal,

-but not until I give the order.
-Aye, sir.

Now, uh, I would be...

less than honest if I said I was sure
this was going to work.

It might, it might not.

We could very well blow up
right alongside the enemy.

But at least we will have a chance
of taking them out with us.

Unless anyone else has a better idea.

Nuts.

All right, then we'll stick with my plan.

Hell, I didn't want to live
forever anyway.

Okay, we got the nukes in place.

-Heading back to the barn.
-Roger that.

All right, send the distress signal.

I hope we don't have to wait too long.
I don't know how much more we can take.

Commander, I think your wish
may be coming true.

We have an echo on vector approach.
Might be them.

Coming into range...

now.

Bridge to navigation.

The enemy has a clear shot.
Fire docking thrusters.

Get us behind one of those asteroids.
Let them think we're trying to evade.

If they want to finish the job,
let them come to us.

Here we go.

She's locking on, sir.

Just a little more.

Confirmed weapons lock.
Energy spike. She's ready to fire.

Now!

She's out of range of Nuke 2.
Only one left.

See you in hell.

Needless to say,
we plan on broadcasting this

to every major planetary network
for the next three days.

The Black Star was their flagship.

We've shown that we can outthink it
and outfight it.

And if any member in the press corps
asks about the morality

of sending out a distress signal
and hitting the enemy,

remind them
the Minbari do not take survivors.

They were on a mission to murder
the surviving crew of the Lexington.

They paid the price.

Dismissed.

That was quick thinking
on your part, Commander.

-You're to be commended.
-Thank you, sir.

You were right to stay where you were.
Thanks for arguing with me.

Now I have another job for you.

But my ship--

Is going to be in space dock
for some time being repaired.

I need you for this immediately.

Commander Sheridan, this is G'Kar,
representative of the Narn regime,

which has agreed to sell us weapons
to help equalize the battle.

He's also here to make arrangements
for a covert mission.

Commander.

A Narn cruiser will transport you

to one of our abandoned listening posts
in Sector 919,

where, in theory, you will rendezvous
with a representative of the Minbari.

Note, I said in theory.

Certain elements
in their government want a meeting

to find a way out of this war
that doesn't involve

-the annihilation of Earth.
-Most progressive of them.

It could also be a trick.

We want you to make contact
because you can them if things get hot.

Your record on first contact protocol
is outstanding.

And I'm expendable.

Once we know it's safe

and they're serious,
we'll send in the negotiators.

Anyone else on my team?

Just one.

Commander Sheridan, Dr. Stephen Franklin.

He's had a fair amount of physical contact
with the Minbari before the war.

He can verify these individuals
are who they say they are

and be on hand in case things go badly.

You volunteered?

Well, I didn't have that much of a choice.

The only way
I could get out of the stockade...

Long story. I'll tell you later.

Yeah.

What about a translator?

We've heard that your contact
has studied your language.

Just in case, I will go along
since I'm fluent in Minbari and English.

I don't have to tell you
how important this mission is, Commander.

We're only a few months into this war,

but millions of lives are at risk
in the inner colonies.

More here in the home system.

This has to go well, John.
There's no other choice.

And if the only way out
is for Earth to surrender?

Officially, that's up to the negotiators.
Those are my orders.

Unofficially?

We're losing this war, John.

And if the only way the human race
can survive is to surrender,

then we will surrender.

Orders.

We all have our orders.

That is something
you don't understand yet.

You think to go to bed early is an order.

To clean your room is an order.

The hard orders,
those are the ones you discover later.

The order to leave your friends
on the battlefield.

The order to fire upon the weak
and the powerless.

My orders...

My orders were to prevent the Narns
from using the war

to establish closer ties with the humans.

My spies learned of the Narn mission
to the Epsilon system.

We assumed it was an armed shipment.

We didn't know.

We couldn't know
that it was an attempt to end war.

And so I gave the order to intercept.

Great Maker forgive me.

Just a sec,
we need to find the power supply.

I just hope the solar batteries
are still working.

Dr. Franklin, check the perimeter.
See if we can secure this place.

All right.

You know, Commander,

if we are unable
to resolve this war of yours,

there is always a place
for someone like you among our people.

We could arrange a safe haven
for you, a few others.

Thanks, but if my world goes,
I'm going with it.

A waste of material, most unfortunate.

Ah, good doctor,
I was just telling your associate...

Precaution only.

You, Sheridan?

Yes.

I didn't know
you'd been told who was coming.

We know more than you think.

I also know what you did
to the, um... Drala Fi?

The Black Star.

We did exactly
what you would have done to us.

-We just did it first.
-I know.

It was necessary.

I also know that many of my people

will not forget.

I speak to you for them.

We must find a way to resolve this

so that many more of your people
not get killed.

We--

Yes?

G'Kar, a ship is coming
through the jump gate.

You have a reading on it?

Na'Fal! Na'Fal, can you hear me?

Hit the deck!

They never knew who had attacked them.

Each side assumed it was a renegade arm
of their own government.

But it was us.

And it was my order that destroyed
their last chance for peace.

Help me.

How is he?

Not good.

We need him alive.

That may not be possible.

I'm sorry I made things worse.

-Try not to talk, all right?
-No, no, you must listen.

They will come looking for me,
and they will blame you for me.

And the war... will grow worse.

Listen. Carefully.

And repeat exactly.

Did you get it?

Yeah.

As Lenonn had promised,
the Minbari came quickly.

Satai!

Wait! I have a message!

I said I have a message!

I know what's in Dukhat's sacred place!

I know what's in Dukhat's sacred--

I know what's in Dukhat's sacred place!

Stop!

What is in Dukhat's sacred place?

Isil'zha.

Isil'zha!

Let them go.

-Satai.
-I said let them go.

There has been enough death today.

Isil'zha?

What does that mean?

The future.

Is that the end of the story?

The end?

No.

No, not the end.

At the point that I am describing,

50, maybe 60,000 humans
had died in the Minbari War.

With their one chance for peace ruined
and Lenonn dead, the war escalated.

The end of the story?

-Mitchell!
-I'm hit!

No. Not the end at all.

The greatest slaughter of all
still waits for us.

And it changed everything.

Everything.

It's ironic, isn't it?

I had every window in the palace
blocked off

because I was afraid

that if I came around a corner
and saw this unprepared,

that I would break down and cry.

And yet I spend all of my time here,
in this room, looking at it.

In my life, I had four wives.

I cared for them all deeply.

But I loved Centauri Prime.

Loved every street, every tower,

every inch of our world.

Everything I did, I did for her.

And look what we have done to her.

But...

There is hope, but it will be hard.

It will be so very hard.

Well... where was I?

Yes.

The war.

The humans, I think,
knew they were doomed.

But where another race
would surrender to despair,

the humans fought back
with even greater strength.

They made the Minbari fight
for every inch of space.

In my life,
I have never seen anything like it.

They would weep, they would pray,

they would say goodbye
to their loved ones,

and then throw themselves,
without fear or hesitation,

at the very face of death itself,
never surrendering.

No one who saw them fighting
against the inevitable

could help but be moved to tears
by their courage.

Their stubborn nobility.

When they ran out of ships,
they used guns.

When they ran out of guns,
they used knives and sticks

and bare hands.

They were magnificent.

I only hope that when it is my time,

I may die with half as much dignity

as I saw in their eyes at the end.

They did this for two years.

They never ran out of courage.

But in the end, they ran out of time.

Are we on?

This is...

This is the President.

I've just been informed

that our midrange military bases
at Beta Durani and Proxima III

have fallen to the Minbari advance.

We've lost contact with Io

and must conclude that they too
have fallen to an advanced force.

Our military intelligence believes

that the Minbari intend to bypass Mars
and hit Earth directly,

and the attack may come at any time.

We have continued to broadcast
our surrender and a plea for mercy

and they have not responded.

We therefore can only conclude

that we stand at the twilight

of the human race.

In order to buy more time

for our evacuation transports
to leave Earth,

we ask for the support
of every ship capable of fighting,

to take part in a last defense
of our home world.

We will not lie to you.

We do not believe
that survival is a possibility.

We believe that anyone
who joins this battle

will never come home.

But for every ten minutes
we can delay the military advance,

several hundred more civilians
may have a chance

to escape to neutral territory.

Though Earth may fall,

the human race must have a chance
to continue elsewhere.

No greater sacrifice
has ever been asked of a people,

but I ask you now
to step forward one last time.

One last battle
to hold the line against the night.

May God... go with you all.

We are almost within range
of the home world of the humans.

The Grey Council should be assembled
to see the end of our great campaign.

What glory is there
in eliminating an entire race, Coplann?

Not as much as in the beginning.

It's been a long road, Delenn.

But we are nearly at the end
of our... holy war.

But are we any longer holy?

Why is it whenever I see you,

you never speak
other than to ask questions?

Because questions are all I have left.

And after today,
I think they are all I will ever have.

Then at least bring your questions
to the Council.

We must all be there at the end.

Are you still here?

We have always been here.

I failed.

In a little while,
the final slaughter will begin.

I know the others do not want it.

Even Morann is tired of war,
tired of blood.

But the war has taken on
a life of its own.

And it will continue to its bloody end,
no matter our feelings.

I think...

I think the others only need a reason
to delay or reconsider.

But there is no such reason.

And we are out of time.

I don't know what to do.

Tell me...

Tell me what to do.

The truth points to itself.

What?

The truth points to itself.

I do not understand.

You will.

-But--
-Go now.

Go, before it's too late.

Alpha 7 to base.

I'm picking up energy emissions
on the horizon.

Alpha 7, scout ahead.
See what's out there.

Affirmative. Any bogeys on screen?

Negative, Alpha 7.

All other squadrons maintain radio silence
until Alpha 7 checks this out.

Closing in on trace emissions.

So far, nothing.

It might be just an echo or...

Oh, hell.

We got a scouting party.
Repeat, we've got a scouting party.

Hostiles on approach, locking on.

Pull out! Pull out! Alpha 7!

He's gone. Picking up enemy transmissions.

Stay in formation.

Hold the line.
No one gets through, no matter what.

Understood.

Alpha Leader,
you have a Minbari on your tail.

It is time.

Tell the others to jump.

-I'm on him. Targeting fighter.
-No!

Mitchell, stay in formation.
It might be a...

Oh, my God!

-It's a trap, Mitchell!
-I've got a clear shot!

-I can take him!
-Mitchell! Break off!

Break off!

They fight bravely.

They cannot harm our ships,
but they continue to try.

Whether they fight or not,
they know they will die anyway.

So really, is this bravery
or simple desperation?

Aft stabilizers hit.
Weapon systems at zero.

Defensive grid at zero.
Power plant near critical mass.

Not like this. Not like this.

If I'm going out,
I'm taking you bastards with me.

Target main cruiser.

Set for full velocity ram.
Afterburners on my mark.

Mark!

We should bring one of them aboard
for questioning.

If our next step
is the final assault on their world,

we must know their defenses.

Very well, Delenn. Choose.

But quickly.

We are fast running out of candidates.

The truth points to itself.

That one.

I'll see to the interrogation.

Why are you... doing this?

Report me if you wish,
but I have seen more death

than anyone should ever have to see.
I will see no more.

-Delenn...
-If you wish to conduct

the final destruction of Earth,
I will not watch. I...

Delenn, I...

We...

We were using the triluminary
to probe the human.

You should come and see.

I'll get the others. You should...

You should all come and see.

The triluminary confirms it.

The human has a Minbari soul.

And not just a Minbari soul.

The soul of Valen.

I still can't believe it.

But the triluminary
is our most holy relic.

It cannot be questioned.

Minbari do not kill Minbari.

It is our greatest law.

Valen must have been reborn into this form

to tell us that the humans are important,
important to the next phase,

the coming Shadow War.

We cannot destroy them.

In the name of Valen

and the one who is Valen's shadow
in this life,

we cannot kill them.

Tell the ships to stop firing.

Tell them, Coplann.

Tell them now.

What about the human?

He knows what we have found.

We cannot kill him.

And we cannot let him tell anyone else.

If our people find out about this
before we can prepare them,

it could be disastrous.

Send for a telepath.

We will remove this memory from his mind.

He will have to be watched
to ensure that he does not remember.

Leave that to me.

We will keep him close to us,
one way or another.

For the next ten years,

one question
would obsess a hundred worlds.

"Why did the Minbari surrender
at the Battle of the Line

on the very eve of victory?"

The answer to that question
would change the galaxy forever.

What happened when they found out?

That...

is another story for another time.

You cannot expect to hear
all of the stories at once, you know.

But shortly after the war ended,
the Earth president made a decision.

Today the Senate has approved funding

to begin construction
on the Babylon station,

located in neutral space
between several major governments.

Together we stood
on the eve of destruction,

as a result of a terrible,
terrible mistake.

A mistake which none of us
can afford to make again.

The Babylon Station will provide a place

for us to work out
our problems peacefully.

It is, we believe,
our last, best hope for peace.

But, like all good things,

it took them a while to work it all out.

There, you have your story.

You must go now.

I have things to do.

I hope they were not
an inconvenience, Majesty.

No. Thank you for allowing me
to see joy one more time,

before it gets too dark
for me to see anything anymore.

Dear lady, I would love
to walk with you on a beach.

Somewhere.

For just five minutes.

How strange to have come so far
and to want so little.

Children.

Will you remember this story?

Will you remember me?

All my life, Majesty.

Very well. Go.

What about Sheridan and Delenn?

What about the end of the story?

Sheridan became president
of a great alliance.

Delenn ever at his side.

The story... is not over yet.

The story is never over.

Now go.

Did they live happily ever after?

Lyssa.

Did they live happily ever after?

That remains to be seen.

I need another bottle.

I'll need several more bottles.

And then...

wait one hour
and bring the prisoners here.

They're allowing us
one last moment together before...

It's all right, John.

I accepted this fate a long time ago.

They cannot touch me.

They cannot harm me.

I'm not afraid.

Not if you are with me.

Our son is safe.

-Son?
-That's all that matters.

John, I love you.

To the future, my old friends.